1000 Squirrels

​An evil stare is what I seek from unisonSome warning from this marching squirrel bandA tell-tale sign of things to comeOf swishing talesOf cracking whipOf hazelnut dipsTastefully chewed from within this frenetic nut

​Climbing bark at speed with clawslike a bolt from the blinding blue; a rainbow blur of red, yellow, green,and a tiny touch of effervescent black.My squirrel playground dominatesmy every waking thought:whilst I stare in amongst the cracks.

I pause, I stop, I stare in wonder; jaw a gape!As a squirrel stops to play the spoonsin a shimmering tunefollowed by a tambourine’s twirlA reverie for the pack to splitAnd chase me round a rainbow treeAll this and it’s an early nineI should rise and face the cacophony of doom